One summer evening, when I was 11, my father and I were playing catch in our backyard. This was almost a daily activity for us. He’d get home from a long day at work, and still dressed in his work clothes, play catch for an hour or two with his baseball-crazed son. I remember this evening because I told my father that after I graduated from high school that I wanted to attend the Royals Baseball Academy. That was a bold proclamation for an 11-year-old who had rarely been outside of Kansas. In fact, just thinking about it made me a bit nervous and homesick, but I was determined that was my destiny.
The Royals Baseball Academy
